Falls Apart
by: TeenageFaery
Author's note: Slash (read: m/m.) Don't like
it? Don't read it. It's Ron/Draco. You have
been warned. Ron's P.O.V.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of it. It all
belongs to J.K.
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His voice sends shivers up and down my spine.
His hands cause my skin to burn when he
touches it. My eyes roll back into my head
when he says my name in that cold voice of
his.
It's incredibly wrong, but so sweet. I, Ron
Weasley, am turned on by him, Draco Malfoy.
And he knows it and uses it to his full
advantage.
He just says my last name, "Weasley", in his
guttural voice. It's enough to send me over
the edge.
He's always cold to the touch. His pale skin
is freezing, no matter how many layers of
clothing he wears. Even his eyes look like
they feel cold. They're all gray and steely.
It's sick.
I think Hermione knows. She's caught me many
times trying to leave the tower in the middle
of the night. She doesn't mind. She wants me
to be happy.
Harry, on the other hand... I'm so afraid of
how he'll react. He's my best friend. But his
presence doesn't make my heart do a little jig
like Draco's does.
Am I sick? Am I mad? No. Impossible. I must be
blind and deaf. But every now and then he
shows some small sign like he cares, or wants
to care. But not being sure is going to drive
me mad. Hysterical. And he likes it that way.
So it shall stay like this. Forever. Because
I'm trapped and I want more. And he has me
caged like an animal inside my own heart. Damn
heart. Always having to feel. It doesn't seem
fair. Draco doesn't feel, but he makes people
feel for him.
All I want is a sign. A small smile that's
genuine. I would kill for a smile from Draco.
But it won't happen, and when everything falls
apart, he'll be watching from the sidelines
laughing with everyone else.
by: TeenageFaery
Author's note: Slash (read: m/m.) Don't like
it? Don't read it. It's Ron/Draco. You have
been warned. Ron's P.O.V.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of it. It all
belongs to J.K.
----------------------------------------------
His voice sends shivers up and down my spine.
His hands cause my skin to burn when he
touches it. My eyes roll back into my head
when he says my name in that cold voice of
his.
It's incredibly wrong, but so sweet. I, Ron
Weasley, am turned on by him, Draco Malfoy.
And he knows it and uses it to his full
advantage.
He just says my last name, "Weasley", in his
guttural voice. It's enough to send me over
the edge.
He's always cold to the touch. His pale skin
is freezing, no matter how many layers of
clothing he wears. Even his eyes look like
they feel cold. They're all gray and steely.
It's sick.
I think Hermione knows. She's caught me many
times trying to leave the tower in the middle
of the night. She doesn't mind. She wants me
to be happy.
Harry, on the other hand... I'm so afraid of
how he'll react. He's my best friend. But his
presence doesn't make my heart do a little jig
like Draco's does.
Am I sick? Am I mad? No. Impossible. I must be
blind and deaf. But every now and then he
shows some small sign like he cares, or wants
to care. But not being sure is going to drive
me mad. Hysterical. And he likes it that way.
So it shall stay like this. Forever. Because
I'm trapped and I want more. And he has me
caged like an animal inside my own heart. Damn
heart. Always having to feel. It doesn't seem
fair. Draco doesn't feel, but he makes people
feel for him.
All I want is a sign. A small smile that's
genuine. I would kill for a smile from Draco.
But it won't happen, and when everything falls
apart, he'll be watching from the sidelines
laughing with everyone else.
